Poetry

Enjoy the dark calm, There’s no surreal silence crying for a bullet to the head.

Impassioned beyond the bounds of creative change.

Blue godess cry to compliance and guarantee the nightspot blues.

Brutal voice, I know No relief day, or night.

These old rings catch the light of the setting sun like the laughter lines on your face.

A sting of merciful fear opened the door of absence; the invasion of the new.

The vicious hiss of vicious words were amber and lithe, eagerly waiting another.

Beauty had her back to the mirror and left time at another century. Foreigner, to escape the mind, witness tranquility as a perfect stranger never to return.

Justice, the burglary of principles. Question the substance of the theft without locks of inquiry.

Know the Author.